Two black eyes and fucking numbers that won't add up.
Enough to fill your pockets out onto the floor, you're off this week and I'm working more.
It's a cigarette pack, it's a violent heart attack.
It's an overdose and it's comatose, that's my body floating off the coast
I want to smash your fucking brains in, give them an exit out the back of your head but I just stand there in silence patiently smiling instead.
You're a coward who finishes first, you're a swinging fist, a fucking symptom that lurks years after treatment, passively fearing the worst.
This Seattle 3-piece blast out their frisky punk LP via Kill Rock Stars. You might want to avoid their couch, though. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 16, 2015